Why does he love me?

I really had a weird birthday. I could not and would not want to celebrate it at all. It might be brought about by old age. It’s so hard being an adult. I still look at myself as a child. But at this age, I am forced to act like a grown-up. Maybe, just maybe, this is the root of my dilemma. I was planning to write this for days but I just couldn’t bear to think of the things that make me sad and let the whole world know. But a real adult is expected to face the problem.

A few months ago, my parents were a little worried because of an investment they have in an insurance company that filed bankruptcy. That was supposedly their retirement money. It isn’t my money but I just cannot endure the stress it brings to my mom. But we talked as a family and it helped a lot. The problem may not be solved but at least, the family is facing it together. And then few days before my birthday, Boyet lost P6K to pickpockets. See story here.

I think I am at a point in my life when I question everything. Why can’t I do what everybody else can? Why am I just earning this? What do I really want to do in my life? So many questions, yet very few answers. But there is one question that I have been yearning to have an answer for the longest time.

Why does he love me?

I got a card! And I got the answer!

Whenever I think of the time we first met,when you seemed too special to ever forget,and I felt you changing my life even then...I JUST FALL IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN.

Whenever I think of the times you've been thereto talk with me, laugh with me, show me you care,to comfort and cheer me and be a real friend...I JUST FALL IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN.

Whenever I think of my time spent with you,when so many beautiful dreamshave come true,whenever I think of how happy I've been...I JUST FALL IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN.

That was the message in Boyet’s birthday gift to me. He told me that he was supposed to give me a jacket for our Baguio trip as a present. But I insisted that I wanted something priceless. I love words. I am a sucker of poetry and love letters. I didn’t post this right away because I wanted to savor every word before I divulge them to the whole world.

Disclaimer: Never mind the grammatical/typographical errors. My baby is an engineer and not a journalist! :p